Recruit demon flags, the treasure of the demon clan.

It is as big as a line, more than five zhang high, a yellow banner hangs down at the top, colorful totems, the characteristics of gathering ten thousand demons.

Recruit demons, all demons are present, waiting to be sent.

If the Beastmaster has an army, then the owner of the Demon Banner has countless armies, even if she doesn't open the gate.

Back then, the demon banner was cursed by the true god, and when the banner moved, if all the demon clans had the slightest idea of resisting, it would be a dead end.

Later, this thing fell into Leng Mingyue's hands, and every demon clan thought that their fate was the same, but Leng Mingyue did not wave the demon flag, but threw it into the sea of fire that incinerated all things together with the curse on it.

The curse disappeared together with the demon flag, and when Leng Mingyue was about to leave, the brand-new demon banner rose from the sea of fire, and all the demons knelt down together, honoring Leng Mingyue as the empress of the seven tribes.

She didn't imprison them with a curse, but they willingly honored her.

The patriarch of the seven major tribes personally held the demon flag in front of her, this thing is dangerous to stay in the outside world, and it is also dangerous to stay in the demon clan, so it is most suitable to hand it over to her.

Leng Mingyue is the owner of the demon flag.

She only waved the demon flag once, when one country declared war on twelve powers.

In that battle, the prestige of the goddess shook the whole continent at the beginning.

"Do you want to summon the demon flag?" Leng Mingyue asked rhetorically, her eyes flashed, and she thought of the things of her previous life.

The demon clan is respectful to her, and she knows it in her heart, and she will not use the demon banner indiscriminately.

Once it is used, it means that she needs help, and it also means that she is facing a crisis.

That's not a good thing.

"No, Meng Ze just suddenly thought of the past." The black-winged butterfly demon lowered his head, his voice was flat, and the emotions in his eyes were uncertain.

He didn't want this day to come out either, maybe he was thinking too much.

The breeze blows across the lake, and the clear lake makes Leng Mingyue think about Fang Miaoling's pure heart:

"Does the tribe have medicine to heal meridian burns?"

"There are more than 300 people on this trip, only Fang Miaoling, the daughter of the Fang family, was injured by this, and the empress also ......" Meng Ze's pupils shrank.

Could it be that Leng Mingyue's weakness is not because the love root has just returned and she is unwell?

The Great Array of Gods is not a non-god-perceptible existence.

"I'm fine." Leng Mingyue replied: "Fang Miaoling is a descendant of Fang Linyuan. ”

Meng Ze nodded, understanding the reason: "There is no such medicine for the time being, if it is researched, it will be sent to Fang Miaoling." ”

To be kind to the empress is to be kind to the demons.

After chatting a few more words, Meng Ze left first.

Leng Mingyue kept moving, letting Shen Lichuan continue to pilllow on her lap and close her eyes.

When it was dark, Shen Lichuan woke up and saw the scene of his sweetheart closing his eyes and resting.

The stars above her head were shining, and the meteors were flashing, but he felt that she was the only one who was the most dazzling, the stars of the night, but Erer.

The slight movement made Leng Mingyue, who was already resting, open her eyes, and before she could say anything, a handsome face was infinitely magnified, kissing her eyebrows, full of pity and affection.

Sorry, I arrived a little late and wasn't born in the Wild Age.

This kiss is the lightest kiss that Shen Lichuan has given to her since Leng Mingyue met Shen Lichuan.

But it made her throb the most, and she only felt that some of the cracks were being filled.

After a kiss, Shen Lichuan looked at the freckled girl in front of him, and a smile disappeared in his cold eyes:

"In this way, you are more than 90,000 years older than me."

Leng Mingyue's inner sense of turmoil was gone, and she maintained a polite smile on her face:

"Ancestors, I love old cows to eat tender grass, how about it?"

Dog man!

"Oh?" Shen Lichuan put it in the little woman's ear, and sighed: "When is the ancestor going to eat me?" ”